You finished packing up the last of the ice-cream cubes into your new stand. You sat down in the chair, waiting for the next customer. You waited for a bit and wandered where all of the people were. It was then that you looked around and realized that you were on the moon. "Oooh. That's why there's no one here" you said to yourself out-loud. It was then that a black, swirling vortex appeared before you. Out stepped a green alien with three eyes and a big mouth. He snatched all of your Ice-cream cubes and ran back into the vortex. You scream ,"HEY" before jumping in after him. You were now in a marsh-looking area. You walked for a bit before coming upon a run-down house. On the porch was the alien that stole the ice cream. He was sitting there in an old wooden rocking chair eating them! Not wanting him to take any more, you start running towards him. Just as you were about to reach the porch, the soggy ground below you suddenly became solid. Looking at your surroundings, you realize that you are on a track. A few other people jogged in the back of you. You were in a race! The alien with your ice cream was jogging slightly ahead, teasing you. Now determined, you ran faster. You reached out your hand to grab him. Your fingers grabbed the back of the jersey he was wearing and then-

You sprang awake, very confused and slightly amused (lol that rhymes) The water was now up to your chin. You sat up and turned the water off, grimacing as your wounds protested. You slumped back into the water after the facet was turned off. Picking up your hand (the one not in the cast), you looked at your fingers. You giggled at their raisin-like appearance. You thought back to the dream. "What the (bleep)" you said as you laughed. You sat there for a while, contemplating just staying there. A relaxing silence filled the room. ................................................................... "OH CRAP THE LETTER" You jumped out of the bath (ouch), knocking down several things in the process. You yanked the plug out of the hole and snatched the towel off of the hook violently. You stopped for a moment, taking the time to delicately dry yourself off, being mindful of your injuries. You carefully slipped on your undergarments, avoiding the bruises and cuts. You gently pulled on your loose pants. Then, you carefully tugged on a baggy t-shirt. You let out a sigh and nodded. "Okay" You then threw open the door, not caring if it made noise. Your bare feet slammed down the hallway. Your ankle was just at a low throb. The long soak in the bath had helped it greatly as it did your shoulder. You rushed into the living room, almost tripping at the corner. You stopped in the middle, whipping a your head around looking for the bag. You spotted it by the door, where you had dropped it. You ran to it and threw it onto the couch. Jumping into the spot next to it, you ripped it open, looking for the envelope. You spotted it, and grabbed it from under the tablet. You grabbed that, too, setting it on the table next to you. You forced yourself to calm down as you stared at the letter that you had waited for for what felt like forever. In an effort to slow your heart, you traced the gold outline. Then the fancy letter "L" You smiled. Now calm (ish) you cracked the wax that was holding the envelope closed. You opened it to find a neatly folded paper. As you flipped it open, thee paragraphs done in very neat handwriting was seen. You frowned slightly. There usually was more. You shrugged (ouch) and read it. 

                    Dearest (Y/n),

It has been so long since our last letter. I apologize. The other members of the council have grow suspicious of me. Especially Lord Five. He has been extra cold lately. So has Lady Four. They tend to gang up on the rest of the members. Mainly me. They are keeping an eye on me 24/7. That makes it impossible to write. For now, they have relinquished their unwavering eye and let me be for a few days, meaning that I can finally write to you!

Things have been getting worse over here. As I said before Lord Five and Lady Four have been acting strange. By that I mean that they have become more overbearing. They are trying to control everything from what we eat to what happens to those prisoners that I never told you about *wink wink* They have become more cruel to both us and the ones tried before us. The punishments have been getting more and more harsh. They have even been rude to our fellow members. I don't know what happening, though. I'll try to find out soon.

Anyways, enough about work. How have you been? Have you made any new friends? And, if so, who are they? Have you been safe lately? Any special someone you want to tell me about? There are so many questions that I want to ask. I could go on and on! I'll have some mercy and spare you all of the questions though. Just be sure to tell me everything that has happened in the months that have passed! I miss you soooooo much! I wish I could see you. Maybe one day!

                                                                                                                                       Yours Truly,

                                                                                                                                           -Li Jing

You smiled as you looked at your friend's fancy signature. You read it once again. So they were the ones that had kept her from writing. Last time you went, Lady Four hadn't seemed like that. Lord Five had always given you the creeps, though. You frowned, feeling bad for your friend. She had always loved her job. She was the more mellow of the group. She showed the most mercy. She was greatly loved for that. You grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, thinking about what to write back. 

This one was longer than I thought it was. Oh well. The next chapter should be out by 5/2/19, 5/3/19, or 5/4/19.  Now that that's out of the way, there is something I would like to say. OKAY. So. Fun fact: I play the flute for band. Yes, I am a proud band geek. (only my first year tho) Anyways, I always bring my flute to school and carry it around. Lunch recess had just been ended. I, as I always do, ran to the bathroom. I set my flute down and walked into a stall. Keep in mind that there was only two people in the bathroom when I walked in. Both were my friends. So, I walk out of the stall and I look to see that my flute isn't there. I'm like 'okay, maybe one of my friends took it' I see friend 1 and she doesn't have it. I go to the teacher and she called in friend 2. She didn't have it either. So, SOMEONE STOLE MY FREAKING FLUTE. We don't know who yet, but they're checking the cameras. Also note that the flute belongs to the school, not to me. But I have a question... WHO STEALS A FLUTE? LIKE, WHAT DO YOU PLAN TO DO WITH IT? I DON'T UNDERSTAND. Hopefully, the flute thief will be caught and will be brought to justice. That's all. So YEET>